"Alright, alright, your question has already been answered."
The press officer waved impatiently.
"Coach Yan Huan, please pick the next reporter."
"Fine."
Yan Huan raised his hand and picked the amateur reporter once again.
The press officer: "?"
"Do you think my words are just passing gas?"
No one paid attention to the press officer's grumbling. After thinking for a moment, the amateur reporter asked again:
"Then... Coach Yan Huan, what did you eat before the match?"
"Enough!" the press officer roared.
"Coach Yan Huan, look at her, she even said she's an amateur. What kind of high-value question could she possibly ask?"
"This is simply a waste of everyone's time!"
"Let me think... what did I eat?"
Yan Huan pondered seriously.
"Potato chips, cola, fried chicken, hamburgers, March 7th's charcoal egg fried rice, braised pork, shredded pork with green peppers..."
"Wait." The amateur reporter interrupted:
"Mr. Yan Huan, isn't there any vegetarian dish in your menu?"
"Are potato chips meat?"
Yan Huan replied:
"Is the charcoal egg fried rice meat? And are the hamburger buns and lettuce meat?"
"Potato chips are junk food, hamburgers are junk food, and as for that charcoal egg fried rice, it belongs to the unknown." The amateur reporter wore a serious expression.
"Mr. Yan Huan, the vegetarian dish I'm talking about is normal stir-fried greens, stir-fried cauliflower, stir-fried cabbage, things like that..."
"Oh, I don't eat them."
"..."
The press officer narrowed his eyes:
"What kind of reporter are you anyway? Why do you keep caring about what people eat?!"
"Uh... Actually, my main job is a food column host." The short-haired girl gave an awkward smile.
"Alright, go clean up the pollutant you left behind and then go turn yourself in! Next!" the press officer shouted.
"You'll do!"
Before Yan Huan could choose